The whole world thinks I still love him [Rebirth]

As mid-April approached, the weather changed a bit. I was about to change into short-sleeved shorts. A cold rain poured down, and I had to cover myself with a thick quilt at night.

Yunji's legs were no longer a hindrance to walking, so she followed Fu Qing to the company to see the recording studio that was about to be built.

Fu Qing followed him, looking at her mobile phone and complaining, "Is this program group crazy? There are so many serious guests, and you are the only one who is not a singer, and you are so crazy to hit you on the hot search list."

"Normal." Yunji went to the tea break, and leaned lazily on the sofa, "Their small productions don't invite a lot of traffic, and they can only grab a little gimmick and focus on it."

"Indeed, the enthusiasm about your pursuit of Cong Lie is probably higher than that of the other guests combined." Fu Qing was a little helpless, "But this comment is too harsh, right?"

She frowned and flipped through the comment section, talking about how much Yunji loves Cong Lie, which is a typical teaching material for licking until nothing is left.

"It doesn't matter." Yunji bit a Su cigarette and lit it, "I only care about what I want."

Fu Qing looked around for a while, "You and Cong Lie really broke up?"

Yunji bit his cigarette and smiled lightly, "It's fine for others to ask me this question, but why do you ask me? If it's broken, it's broken. How can there be a real one?"

"Then tell Uncle Yun, won't you be able to go home?" Fu Qing glanced at the Weibo comment group with disgust, "I can't count the money all day long, and I still need to listen to these dog things Barking?"

Yunji smiled and sighed, "Like Yun Shu, you still have too much to learn. You want to start a business to make money, but you shrink back after being wronged a little. Do you still want to make money?"

"Others have spit on your face, do you want to wait for it to do it by itself?" Fu Qing was very unconvinced.

"It's different. You have to do one thing. You predict the reaction of potential consumer groups, and you pile up all the conditions that can enhance this reaction, then you will finally get the enhanced reaction of this group of people. It's simpler, Mobilizing and accumulating the emotions of customers is your basic skill as a businessman." Yunji took a puff of smoke lightly.

Fu Qing seemed to understand, but she didn't fully understand, "You mean the current situation is what you want?"

"To be precise, it is what the program group wants. Generally speaking, I am their community of interests, so I have no objection." Yunji said slowly.

"Okay, you say yes. If I had known that making money would be such a serious crime, I would have thought of playing the violin by the side of the road to support you." Fu Qing muttered.

"That's all right, all of you have to support me. Take care of yourselves first." Yun Ji couldn't help laughing again when he thought of the childish things Yun Shu said.

The two discussed again whether there was anything else to buy in the recording studio, and Yunji's cell phone rang suddenly.

"Hey, Mr. Yun," Planner Wang said on the phone, "Hello, hello, is it convenient to talk now?"

Yunji gave a soft "hmm".

"It's like this..." Planner Wang's voice hesitated, "It's our current situation that some new guests want to join this show, and our budget is somewhat exceeded."

Yunji listened silently.

Planner Wang laughed, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Yun, we didn't expect this to happen. The new guest, it has something to do with our leaders, and we can't afford to offend anyone."

"You can offend Hanhai?" Yunji raised his eyebrows slightly.

"No, no, what you said is not pleasing to the ear." Wang Planner cleared his throat, "You see, although this program is said to be planned by me, right, but in fact it is the production that counts. You see Can this work, I will plan a new column next, it can be regarded as the follow-up of this variety show, it must be Zhuyu, I am also thinking of you."

"I'm afraid you're not thinking of me, it's just that you've borrowed enough heat, and you're just crossing the river and tearing down the bridge." Yunji said coldly.

"No, no, really not. I know that you have put in a lot of hard work to be on this show, but now this is indeed force majeure. I will try to maximize the liquidated damages for you, and I will be the first to give you any opportunities in the future. Let me inform you." Wang Jian's voice did not sound apologetic, and even a little complacent.

Hearing that Yunji didn't respond, he continued, "Actually, I'm a little older than you, and I kindly remind you of some things. It might not be a good time to be on this show. Think about it, all the Internet is floating around now. The gossip you can't ask for from Cong Lie, if you go on the show to promote it at this time, Han Hai and that little star will be famous, and your reputation will be rotten!"

"Thank you for planning, Wang, for thinking of me so suddenly." Yunji replied sarcastically.

"Hey, you're still too young and energetic!" Wang Jian's voice revealed a bit of "what can I do with you" triumphantly.

After hanging up the phone, Yunji pinched the bridge of his nose and bit his lower lip.

Fu Qing didn't dare to vent her anger, "What do you mean over there?"

"It's okay, little trouble." Yunji raised his eyes and slowly walked out of the tea break with his hands in his trouser pockets.

Fu Qing followed behind him gloomily.

None of them heard the soft sound behind the other sofa during the tea break.

A tall figure was projected on the blinds of the tea break.

--

Yunji's withdrawal from "Singer's Journey" soon became popular again on the hot search.

[Laughing to death, this program group is pretty shitty, the heat is enough to eat and wipe away. 】

[Then who can be blamed, who told Yunji to rub against Brother Lie?He bit the dog with the show crew. 】

[I feel a little pitiful for Han Hai, he was walking around so badly. . 】

[Laughs, if I knew this earlier, why did I do it in the first place? Brother ky was in a good mood for a while, and the wb group laughed at the crematorium. 】

[Besides, who knows who is walking who, the program group's words are vague, I feel that maybe Yunji can't stand the ridicule and quit automatically. 】

Among them are some voices criticizing the program group:

[Anyway, it's always wrong to walk people, right? 】

[Yeah, after using others to promote it for so long, is it a pigeon?Don't watch this show. 】

But such comments were not very popular, and were quickly suppressed by the voices of ridiculing and chasing Cong Lie for purely fetching water from a bamboo basket.

No matter how much Yunji knows, it is still limited by the existing conditions.

In fact, as long as Yun Shichu raises his hand, this program group can directly withdraw from the public eye.

But he can't rely on others all his life, everything has a process.

It's just that no matter how open-minded he is, Yunji is also a little anxious to get angry. After three days, two blisters appear at the corners of his mouth, and his mouth hurts badly when he opens his mouth.

However, the temperature dropped a lot, and he didn't get a good night's rest, so he felt like he was going to catch a cold.

After comforting Yun Shu who was desperately trying to find the program crew, Yunji tried to divert his attention away from this matter, and went to Hanhai's recording studio to check and accept the decoration results.

It happened that Liao Bingqiao was also there, and Yunji asked him to show himself what he had learned during this time.

After all, Liao Bingqiao was only 20 years old, so it was better for Yunji to hold his breath, and when he saw him, his eyes turned red.

"Why is this?" Yunji smiled and leaned against a chair slightly, "Seeing me so excited? If you drop a golden bean, let me know in advance, and I'll pick it up with a basin."

"Brother Yun, I think it's up to me. If you didn't want to bring me on this show, you wouldn't have to be said such nasty things." Liao Bingqiao clenched his guitar hand slightly.

"No, you have to see the essence through the phenomenon." Yunji calmly pretended, "We will be used, which shows that we are valuable. People use each other. For example, if I recruit you into the company, don't That is, I hope you can become popular and bring traffic to the company?"

Fu Qing came in, just in time to hear a part of Ah Q's speech, and couldn't help insulting him, "I don't know who is so anxious that his mouth is foaming."

Liao Bingqiao couldn't sit still anymore, "Can I post a Weibo post about them? It's obvious that they broke the appointment, why have they been pretending to be dead without a public apology!"

Yunji raised his hand slightly, "Be safe and don't be impatient. If you respond on Weibo at this time, it will be a shame to them. They would like to go back and forth with you a few times to squeeze the last remaining heat."

"Didn't Yunji tell you all? Anyone in the company who responds privately will be punished." Fu Qing can still show off the Taoism she learned from Yunji in front of Liao Bingqiao. You're going to lose everything."

"There are also those netizens who speak so badly..." Liao Bingqiao's face flushed red, "Mr. Yun, why don't you stop liking Cong Lie?"

Yunji hugged the back of the chair and shook his legs lightly, "Hey, have you turned against me? Why did you become Cong Lie? Didn't you just follow Mr. Cong and turn your ass around?"

Liao Bingqiao plucked a few times on the guitar, "I think Brother Yun is such a good person, he doesn't need to be so..."

He wanted to say "polite", but he didn't dare to say it.

Yunji never told him about his personal affairs.

What Liao Bingqiao can learn is nothing more than those gossip revelations on the Internet that are extraordinarily embellished.

But Yunji didn't explain, just walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Little man, are you feeling wronged for me?"

Liao Bingqiao was bored for a while, then nodded vigorously.

"Then you should work hard to practice singing, to win brother Yun's reputation, and don't bother with such trivial things. When you become popular, no one will dare to underestimate Han Hai?" He smiled heartily.

Fu Qing looked at Liao Bingqiao's longing and longing when he looked at Yunji, and couldn't help covering her eyes with her hands, "This silly boy is really fooling..."

When exposed through the glass of the recording studio, Cong Lie happened to see the happy scene in the recording studio.

One side of Yunji's mouth was slightly red, and the other side had dimples, and he smiled very charmingly.

Liao Bingqiao leaned against the wall and looked up at him with unadulterated fascination in his eyes.

Yunji raised his hand and stroked Liao Bingqiao's hair.

Liao Bingqiao was a little embarrassed, but obviously he did not object.

He said something to Yunji, and Yunji nodded happily.

Then Liao Bingqiao hugged the guitar and started playing.

Yunji's expression was indifferent, and it was not obvious that Gao was unhappy.

But the smile that hadn't faded from the corner of his mouth made Cong Lie very uncomfortable.

He pushed the door open and went in.

Liao Bingqiao's piano sound stopped immediately.

Yunji slightly raised his head, "Hey, Cong Lie? Why are you here? What's up today?"

When he was talking to Cong Lie, he was inattentive, his eyes were a little dull, and it seemed that he still had something on his mind.

"I'm also an artist signed by Hanhai, why can't I come when other people can come?" Cong Lie's voice wished to splash sparks.

Yunji was a little confused, "Aren't you very busy? You have to record so many studio sounds every day, what are you doing here?"

"I'm going to record in this studio in the future." Cong Lie announced directly.

Yunji was taken aback, "What?"

"I paid for it, and I will record here in the future." Cong Lie didn't give Yunji any room to refuse, and asked him directly: "When are you going home?"

Fu Qing's gaze swiveled between the two of them, not daring to speak.

Yunji frowned slightly, raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, it was past six o'clock.

He looked up at Cong Lie, "What's the matter?"

"I'm going back by car first. Do you have a car here? It's not convenient for me to take public transportation." Cong Lie avoided his gaze, and his tone was still strong.

Yunji thought about it, it was really inconvenient for Cong Lie to squeeze the subway in public.

He nodded, "Well, there is a car here, but it can be driven."

As if Wuzi decided to record studio sound here, Cong Lie held Yunji in his arms, "Then let's go."

For unknown reasons, Yunji was carried out of the recording studio by him, without even a chance to turn around.

Liao Bingqiao watched Cong Lie sweep Yunji away without saying hello, dumbfounded, "Sister Qing..."

Fu Qing was also staring at their backs, "Huh?"

"How do I feel... the situation is a bit different from what was posted on Weibo?" Liao Bingqiao frowned, and suddenly pursed his lips and gave Fu Qing an incredible smile.

"No way, Xiao Liao, you were bitter and bitter just now, you..." Fu Qing's eyes widened, "You don't have any CP attributes on you, do you?"

It was only after being wrapped in the car by Cong Lie that Yunji came to his senses, "You came here today for nothing, just to drive my car?"

Cong Lie pointed to the time on the car, "It's six o'clock in the afternoon, have you had dinner yet?"

"No, I'm not hungry." Yunji ate three meals a day at home during this period, and by this time he had actually formed a biological clock.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a hollow sound in his stomach.

Cong Lie glanced at him and said nothing.

Yunji closed his eyes and lowered the seat, put his hands on his stomach and fell asleep.

The radio in the car was playing the title song from Cong Lie's last album, Yunji raised his hand and turned off the stereo.

In fact, he was already quite tired when he chatted with Liao Bingqiao just now, but he didn't want to show it, so as not to put pressure on the two children.

But now that he and Cong Lie were the only ones in the car, he didn't bother to pretend anymore.

Nobody cared anyway.

One side of the nose has been a little stuffy, and he tilted his head for a little comfort.

The heater in the car was turned on, and he fell into a deep sleep after a while.

Cong Lie glanced at him when he passed the traffic light.

The undersides of Yunji's eyes were a little gray, making the redness and swelling at the corners of his mouth look particularly pitiful.

Seeing him curl up and rub his arms, Cong Lie took off his coat and gently covered him.

Obviously it shouldn't be cold, but Yunji still couldn't let go of his frown.

Cong Lie took time to look at him several times, he was always huddled under Cong Lie's coat, muttering something softly from time to time.

After waiting for another traffic light, Cong Lie leaned over to listen to his ear, and finally heard clearly.

Yunji whispered, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Cong Lie leaned the car against the side of the road and lightly touched his face, "Yunji, what's wrong?"

Yunji opened his eyes sleepily, saw Cong Lie, and closed them tiredly, "Did I talk in my sleep? I'm not feeling well."

Within a minute, his head was tilted on the chair, his brows were still tightly furrowed.

Cong Lie drove the car, cleared his throat slightly, and hummed a song without words.

It was a song that Yunji had never heard before, the one he wrote in the studio.

The car hadn't been driven for a few days, and the smell of leather was a bit strong, mixed with the faint smell of medicine on Yunji's body, it seemed extraordinarily soft in the heater.

Cong Lie's humming voice was very deep, not as aggressive as he usually is.

Diffuse in the narrow compartment, with a gentle resonance.

He looked at Yunji in the rearview mirror, and remembered the day when he wrote this song, Yunji's soft fingers brushed his forehead hair.

Yunji's expression gradually calmed down, and he sat quietly in his seat.

When Cong Lie got out of the car, Yunji didn't even wake up.

His sleeping face was extremely insecure, and his fingers were tightly clutching the coat on his body.

After arriving home, Yunji had a fever.

The high fever was so fierce that he felt as if he was lying on an iron plate.

In his drowsiness, he had many dreams.

First, the middle-aged Yun Shichu asked him what homework he had done recently and what exams he had passed.

Yunji spread out a blank paper and held on, "I haven't started to do it yet, but I will finish it soon."

Yun Shichu's face was gloomy, "It hasn't started yet, so when do you want to start? Do you start after I die?"

Then Yun Shu called him, "Brother, Dad is gone."

Yunji felt that the scorching breath almost burned his trachea, and he was speechless for a long time.

Yun Shu said again: "Brother, do you prove that you are so important? Isn't it selfish for you to choose the most difficult mode for your life?"

"I didn't..." Yunji retorted feebly.

"What don't you have? You go home directly, I'll take care of you." Yun Shu condescended, casting a shadow.

In the dream, Liao Bingqiao has never been as popular as in his previous life.

Yunji squatted with him in the underground passage in desperation.

Liao Bingqiao questioned him: "You have no certainty, why did you bring me to the company? Do you think you are a bole? You live your whole life but you can't grasp any opportunities. Others are right, you are a laughingstock."

Yunji maintained his composure, "What's the rush, it's just that the time hasn't come yet."

"When is the timing?" Liao Bingqiao looked at him sarcastically, "Without Cong Lie, you are a waste. Why don't you hug Cong Lie's thigh as you did in your previous life, or just be a bastard waiting to die Rich second generation!"

Yunji wanted to explain, but Liao Bingqiao threw him off, "Don't talk about it, what other skills do you have all day long besides pretending to be big cakes!"

In an instant, Liao Bingqiao's mouth split open and turned into countless small mouths that kept opening and closing.

"Hahahaha, it's this Yunji, after living a whole life, it's getting worse and worse!"

"I can't make money, and I can't catch up with people. I lost my wife and lost my army!"

"What madam? Cong Lie has never responded positively to him, okay? It's all wishful thinking."

"It's right that Cong Lie despises him. A rich second generation without Qian is nothing."

"His eyes are high, his hands are low, and he still wants to leave the Yun family and set up his own family. What a dream!"

"waste!"

"Lick the dog!"

"Wonderful!"

For the first time, Yunji thought of running away.

He stared at the scorching summer, grabbed the baton, and ran limping on the plastic track.

His knee was very sore, and every time he was stressed, it seemed to be broken along the seam of the bone.

The sun seemed to be roasting him, and he could only run desperately towards the finish line.

You can rest after running.

He gritted his teeth to keep a painful grunt from coming out of his teeth.

Finally, he felt a burst of coolness.

It's like walking into a large tree shade.

The shade is hard and huggable.

Yunji greedily hugged the textured shade, and pressed his hot forehead to it.

The loud laughter gradually faded away.

Feeling the malice go away, Yunji took a breath tremblingly.

As if afraid of being heard, he comforted himself in a low voice, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it won't hurt tomorrow."

The shade of the tree caressed his back, "Where does it hurt?"

Yunji is not used to talking, even in the shade of a tree.

He shut up, and just pressed his forehead against the shade of the tree more vigorously, absorbing the comfortable coolness.

Apart from his forehead, he was also uncomfortably hot.

As long as the shade doesn't ask him, he becomes more courageous, grabbing onto the shade with hands and feet, tightening his arms uneasily when he feels a slight pull away.

Cong Lie frowned and looked at the unconscious Yunji in his arms, and took his temperature again.

The temperature is going down, but it's still burning.

"Eat something?" Cong Lie tried to pull his hand out of his arms, but immediately heard a painful groan.

He wasn't quite sure where Yunji was hurting, but he seemed to be in excruciating pain wherever he moved, only when he was holding himself, he seemed more stable.

Yunji's fever lasted until midnight, and the fever subsided after sweating, and he gradually let go of Cong Lie.

Cong Lie half propped his body beside him, and gently brushed his sweaty forehead hair away.

Yunji had told him before that everything on Weibo was arranged and he was told not to interfere.

Hearing Yunji's nonchalant tone during the tea break that day, he thought that Yunji had a plan, such as asking Yun's family to slap that little show crew hard in the face, or at least he had his stunned younger brother to help him out.

Not to mention that Fu Qing has Fu Jiang behind him, none of these rich kids are vegetarians.

But he didn't expect Yunji to be so stubborn.

For the sake of being so anxious to get angry, he can still behave calmly in front of others.

He insisted on not talking to anyone or asking for help, and kept supporting himself desperately.

"You said it was arranged, is that how it was arranged?" Cong Lie's voice was so soft that he seemed to be talking to himself, and he stared deeply at Yunji.

--

When Yunji was woken up by Zha Xiaoli's lick, he thought he had just returned home from the company and just fell asleep on the way.

Lying on the bed, he stretched his sore back and changed to a prone position.

He reached for his phone on the bedside, and habitually clicked on Weibo.

News alerts swept over like a bombardment, and countless little red dots floated on his private message page.

"Yunji, will you still participate in the show?"

"Will Cong Lie really come?"

"Come on Yunji!!!"

"Whether you want to participate in the show or not, give me a hard slap in the face of the show crew, thank you!!"

"Yunji wife, I love you!! The beaker program group is not worthy!!"

Yunji didn't know why, so he frowned and clicked on the search page.

The crimson "boil" is emblazoned on the front: the planner kneeled and apologized before "The Journey of the Singers".

Side by side is another "boil": "Singers' Journey" official announcement superstar Cong Lie is about to join.

Weibo is boiling.

--

"Teacher Yun, hello, hello!" The middle-aged man walked in with a nod and bow, "Shall I change into disposable slippers?"

"Yeah." Yunji was still wearing pajamas, speaking a little lazily.

He pulled his soft leather mop, walked back to the sofa and put on a blanket.

With a briefcase under his arm, the man respectfully followed Yunji into the living room, "I'm Li Xiang, I introduced you on the phone."

It didn't take long for the fever to subside, and Yunji's body ached badly.

He leaned on the sofa and looked at Li Xiang with a little scrutiny, "Well, I know the new plan for "Holidays."

"I'm really sorry about Wang's plan!" Li Xiang stood up and bowed to him again, "He has some relatives with that new starlet, and he adjusted many of the links without authorization. I don’t know much about passing.”

"I don't quite understand?" Yunji spoke slowly, "I thought that for a mature program group, the official blog should at least be responsible. Since you can announce on Weibo that I will be replaced, the list on the poster has been updated. Is there still such a thing as 'unauthorized'?"

Li Xiang nodded, "Yes, yes, this must be a negligence in the previous work model. Because our program group has not been established for a long time, Wang Planner is a relatively experienced veteran, and everyone trusts him blindly. We will definitely learn from our experience in the future.”

Apart from showing his face on the screen, Yunji has actually participated in various aspects of the entertainment industry.

To say that a mere planner can replace the guests in the show by himself, Yunji is definitely not naive enough to believe it.

He took a sip of the traditional Chinese medicine on the coffee table, and played a video on the TV in the living room.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yun, it's all my fault. I will take full responsibility for changing the guest of the show without authorization. I hope you have a lot of adults, and don't worry about my temporary obsession." Planning Wang knelt in front of the camera, and he was quite old. Tears flowed down my cheeks, and I blushed and had a thick neck from crying, which was very ugly.

The barrage that floated past was still scolding him: [Take responsibility, silly B]

[Using Yunji to catch Cong Lie's enthusiasm is also your idea, right? 】

[Smelly shameless, although ky is disgusting, but crossing the river and demolishing bridges is even more disgusting! 】

【It's so ugly, this person, born from the heart, belongs to Yue】

"Is this also a part of your publicity?" Yunji was afraid that the Chinese medicine would be cold, but his throat was very uncomfortable, so he could only swallow slowly.

"To be honest, it must be considered. But it is true to downgrade Wang's planner. He has been demoted to an assistant planner, and will not participate in the design and planning of the main program plot." Li Xiang licked his lips nervously, "I know you are very concerned about Wang's plan. I'm not satisfied with the planning, but you and Xiao Liao participated in the previous promotion, and now the show's guests have joined Cong Lie, and the popularity is even higher. You brought Xiao Liao on the show, isn't it a good time to pay back?"

"I don't think so." Yunji put down the empty medicine bowl.

Li Xiang wiped his sweat, "Please tell me clearly."

"First of all, you have also seen that I am not in good health. Isn't your program going to start recording at the beginning of next month? I saw some physical activities in your program plan before, and I'm not sure I can do it." Yun Ji Take your time.

"Don't worry about this, the program will definitely guarantee the health and safety of the guests. Anyway, if you feel a little uncomfortable, we will stop the recording immediately, and we will undertake all the coordination with other guests." Li Xiang Leaning forward slightly, impatient.

Yunji raised his hand to support his forehead slightly, "In addition, you said that Cong Lie will also participate in this show, so the core of this show is very clear. To be honest, this is enough to destroy all the attraction of your show to me. "

Obviously listening to the words of refusal, Li Xiang couldn't help but look at him fascinated.

A string of emeralds hung from his thin wrist bones, as if they were about to slip off and be smashed to pieces at any moment.

The green beads were dangling, making his skin white.

"Ah..." He looked at the pink knuckles and forgot his words, "Cong Lie... Oh, Cong Lie, Teacher Cong contacted us on his own initiative! He offered to let you take more than half of the scene! There is an official apology blog, we all followed Teacher Cong's request!"

"Oh?" Yunji's voice raised slightly, "Cong Lie, do you have time to come over?"

Li Xiang was a little confused for a moment, he didn't understand who Yunji said to just now.

He turned his head subconsciously and saw Cong Lie coming over with a plate of steamed buns.

After being shocked for a full three seconds, Li Xiang remembered to say hello to Cong Lie, "Teacher Cong!"

Then he was dumb for another two seconds, "...you are here too."

"Yeah." Cong Lie simply nodded to Li Xiang, walked to Yunji's side, bent down and touched his forehead.

A very brief touch, because Yunji quickly moved away, "What are you doing?"

Unlike when he talked to Li Xiang, he was obviously a little angry when he said this.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Cong Lie handed him the bun in his hand, and added, "There is meat in it."

Li Xiang blinked and saw Yunji take a bite of the steamed stuffed bun with obvious distaste, "Where's the meat?"

"Inside the dish." Cong Lie turned to look at Li Xiang, "Go ahead."

"Oh, let me continue..." Li Xiang was still immersed in the shock of the two of them living together, "I just said that you are going to take the initiative to join this show."

Yunji threw the steamed stuffed bun with only one bite back into the plate, and was a little cold to Cong Lie's voice, "Aren't you the most disliked artist who uses variety shows to make money? Why do you suddenly condescend yourself and think about going for a private visit?"

"There's a concert in June, so I'm not allowed to promote it?" Cong Lie picked up the steamed stuffed bun he had just bitten into, and looked at it with a frown. .”

"It's your freedom to participate in variety shows if you like. Do you care if I participate or not?" Yunji stared at the bun in his hand, then slowly looked away.

Cong Lie put the steamed stuffed bun back into his hand, "I also own shares in the company, do I want to watch it remain unknown?"

This sentence hits Yunji's deathbed.

He couldn't ignore the future of the entire company just to get angry with Cong Lie.

Li Xiang had a wink, and immediately struck while the iron was hot, "Mr. Yun, this is really an excellent opportunity. I guarantee with my personal reputation that I will do my best to create the best exposure for you and your team in this program." Effect."

Yunji bit his bun, and slowed down his speech, "That's what Wang promised me before, but it turns out that the guarantee is useless. He used up Hanhai and then abandoned it like a pair of shoes. The last sentence will give you liquidated damages." Sent it away, this kind of guarantee is not worth mentioning."

"No, no, no!" Li wanted to look at Cong Lie for help, but found that he had no intention of helping him at all.

He scratched his ears anxiously, "This time we can increase the liquidated damages by ten times. If there is another similar situation, even if we sell all the cameras in the group, it will not be enough to pay!"

Seeming to be amused, Yunji curled his lips slightly, "And that planner Wang, who changed the guests against the wishes of the entire program group, is still able to undertake the planning work in the group. Do you think this is reasonable?"

Li Xiang never imagined that such a harmless beauty would be so innocent when speaking.

He looked at Yunji's snow-white calf protruding from under the blanket, and gritted his teeth, "I'll have a meeting as soon as I get back, and I'll make sure you're satisfied with the entire behind-the-scenes lineup!"

"Can you count what you say? Or will it become a kind of 'unauthorized'?" Yunji tore off a small piece of bun skin and stuffed it into his mouth slowly.

Li Xiang was forced to shiver, "No, when the time comes, the change of staff members and any other decisions will be announced online, and all the behind-the-scenes team leaders will forward them with their real names."

"Okay." Yunji ate a steamed stuffed bun and clapped his hands, "Then you guys do the preliminary work first, and I will consider it according to the situation."

"Teacher Yun..." Li Xiang almost knelt down, "I don't want to go back to work if I don't complete this task. If you have any requirements, you can just ask, I don't say I will do my best, I will definitely satisfy you!"

Yunji was waiting for this moment, "I want Liao Bingqiao to have the chance to sing in every episode of the show, and before I decide to participate in the show, you need to show me all the plans about Liao Bingqiao."

Cong Lie let out a low cold snort beside him.

Li Xiang thought that Cong Lie would have a problem with the arrangement of the program that was too prominent, and broke out in a cold sweat.

But there are giant Buddhas on both sides, and you may lose your job if you miss either one.

And it was obviously because Cong Lie's request on the show was to let Yunji return, so the superior gave Li Xiang the death order "Please don't come back to Yunji, and you don't have to come back".

He didn't know how to carry the water, when he heard Cong Lie whisper sarcastically, "It's Liao Bingqiao again."

As blessed as the soul is, Li Xiang's mouth is faster than his brain, "May I ask you two... are you really in a relationship?"

Yunji was picking up the second bun, looking at which side was more likely to have the prawns.

Hearing this sentence, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his hand holding the bun was lowered.

"No." Cong Lie was the first to speak, "We are working together as a co-renter."

From Li Xiang's point of view, he spoke very firmly.

It just doesn't seem like it's clearing things up.

"Oh oh oh, I'm sorry I misunderstood." Li Xiang hurriedly lowered his head to apologize, but his eyes kept wandering between the two.

After hearing what Li Xiang asked, Yunji's expression faded, and he looked neither happy nor angry.

He seemed to be absent-minded while eating the buns.

Cong Lie handed him a glass of water, and he whispered "thank you" when he took it.

Cold, distant, pretty.

The appearance of Yunji's real person is very different from the road photos and videos, Li Xiang couldn't help but take a few more glances.

He was even whiter than on the screen, and the exposed skin was almost like a reflector.

It may be because he just recovered from his illness, and the end of his eyes are still a little red.

If it weren't for his sharp and sophisticated way of speaking, ordinary people would be easily bewitched by his appearance, thinking that he might be a sweetheart in a greenhouse.

Looking at it, Li Xiang's line of sight was suddenly blocked by two long legs.

"Planner Li, do you have anything else to do?" Cong Lie stood in front of him, looking down at him with a displeased face.

"..." Li Xiang was sweating again after being watched by him, and immediately looked away.

But no matter what, Li Xiang has been in the entertainment industry for more than ten years, and his mind became alive almost immediately, "I will go back and write the script immediately, and send it to the two of you for review as soon as possible. It will definitely satisfy you."

Yunji gave a low "hmm", "No."

When Li Xiang left, Cong Lie turned off the ugly tearful face of Wang Planner on the TV, walked over and bent down to look at the half bun left in Yunji's hand, "Why don't you eat it?"

It may be that he has been eating a little irregularly for the past few days, and Yunji's stomach has started to feel a little uncomfortable again.

But he was too lazy to tell Cong Lie, so he simply said, "I'm full."

Cong Lie looked at the little bun that was not as big as a palm in his hand, "Are you full?"

"Yeah." Yunji wraps up the blanket, curls up on the sofa, and doesn't plan to talk to Cong Lie anymore.

Cong Lie sat on the edge of the sofa for a while, thinking about Yunji's reaction when Li Xiang asked about their relationship just now.

At that time, Yunji was very resistant.

Cong Lie lowered his eyes and touched